Introducing a nameless OC (or is he?), next chapter will be from Niko's perspective.
"You know why I called you. The time has come, all the rats will gather at one place, one of Dimitri Rascalov's underbosses is getting married, and the after-party will take place at the house which belonged to Mikhail. Security will be very tight..." And I don't want bloodshed there since the house rightfully belongs to Ilyena, and obviously I'm not going to suggest the Church, "... but another opportunity presents itself. The main guests, including Rascalov and Bulgarin will arrive in two limos, they'll ride convoy style with a car full of armed guards in the front, on in the back, and a pick-up truck. The pick-up truck is there to collect a gift from the new owner of Comrades Bar, you can imagine what kind of gift. Rascalov is very paranoid, he rarely goes out and when he does he always instructs the drivers on which route to pick, a different one each time, taking detours, he'll probably suggest the shortest route on this occasion but there's no way to be certain, so we'll have to get them right there on Mohawk Avenue, Hove Beach." Where I used to live, and apparently so did you.
"Are you sure the information is reliable?"
It better be, it costed me all the money I had left and I also went into some serious debt, the one who sold me the information needed enough money to disappear, I can't even afford a plane ticket now.
"Yeah, guy who supplied it is from Rascalov's inner circle and he wants out, he also owes me big from back in the day." Back in the day before things went to shit. "So how do you suggest we do it?"
"Sniper rifle is out of the question since the limos have tinted windows and I wouldn't know how the occupants are positioned, RPG, AK, out of the question, drive-by is out of the question, ramming them is out of the question. I see only one way to pull this just the two of us. I got a friend who can supply me with explosives, he gave me a bomb which can be detonated remotely by phone, asked him for one just in case a while back. I can place it in a stolen parked car, you can observe from a safe distance and detonate it. Thing is the explosion wouldn't be big enough. We'd need more explosives but I'm reluctant to ask him for more and I don't know where else to get them. I have grenades though, they cost a bundle but doesn't matter, you can have all 25 of them if you want. That leaves the problem of bystanders, I can scare them with sniper shots, the cars should start moving towards our car, parked near the corner, but people could run in the same direction, also a passing car could get caught in the blast."
"Let me worry about it. Hand over the car with everything in it and I'll hand over an USB stick with the evidence implicating you in Mikhail's death, there's only one copy in existance, after that we're done. We won't meet again. You'll need an alibi, go to that bar in Algonquin and get shit-canned or something."
The "evidence" is a password-protected zip archive with a vid I downloaded from electrictit. Why did I even bother, you'll probably throw it in the sewer or something. The initial plan was to put a bullet in your head when I was supposed to hand over the evidence, now you'll have to complete my work. I won't implicate you or your friend, but they'll come after you either way. Rascalov could have found you but he was reluctant to order a hit as it could have gone wrong yet again, but after this they'll stop playing it cautious, you'll have to wipe out all the traitors. Either that or take you cousin and get out.
I take a turn on Mohawk Avenue from Crockett Avenue, the convoy is already in sight, that's 10 minutes early, I accelerate, I take a grenade, I pull the pin and throw it on the passanger seat. How many seconds? Enough appartently as I ram into the front limo. A dud? No time, I take another, pull the pin, open the door, throw it back in the car, and run. Didn't even occur to me I could have done that.
When I regain consciousness I'm in a stretcher being carried into an ambulance. This wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe they'll believe I'm just a passer-by? The bullet wounds I got from Niko, treated by a drunk underground doctor, certainly won't look good if they see them.